Knead?

Tong Wanwan's eyes glanced at his slightly exposed chest under his nightgown, rubbing... Rubbing your breasts?

It's a bit of a request – it's shameless!

Song Yuexiu stared at her with a cold expression, as if telling her with her eyes, I'm waiting for you!

Tong Wanwan stretched out her slender jade fingers like shallots and touched his chest, pressing on his chest muscles.

Temperature, on the hot side.

Texture, hard.

It feels like stroking on a piece of marble with temperature, smooth to the touch, with a clear texture, perfect, sensual and seductive.

It's unbearable just to look at it, not to mention that it's still up to you.

It's really a "torture"~~~~

She secretly took a deep breath, gently rubbing it, and adjusting her breath to keep herself calm and not be confused by men.

Lust is the devil!

No, it's a demon! It's an obstacle! It's Pansi Cave!

She's going to be calm! Be indifferent! Be calm!

"Secretary Luo, you seem to be working hard." Song Yuexiu saw that her face was flushed, as if she had run a five-thousand-meter run, and couldn't help but worry that she would suffocate if she continued like this.

"It's not hard, or you try." Tong Wanwan complained, and the words subconsciously passed through the brain.

After she finished speaking, Song Yuexiu's eyes suddenly became subtle.

"Who am I looking for—" His fingertips twitched her chin, deliberately elongating his tone ambiguously, "What about trying?" ”

Obviously, he picked his chin, but Tong Wanwan's little heart snorted, as if something was flowing through.

She stopped rubbing.

Some stunned, some sluggish.

What did he say? What to try?

She thought about it, and then remembered what she had just said.

No, she didn't let him rub her...... She just said it in passing! Oops, how she talks nonsense!

"Ahaha, Song Yuexiu, do you want something for dinner?" Tong Wanwan changed the subject.

"Before dinner, tell me who to look for?" Song Yuexiu would let her go easily, turned a corner, and pulled the topic back.

"......." Tong Wanwan is about to hit the wall now.

"I think, I think—" she hesitated, and finally risked being cut back, "you should try a macho man with bigger chest muscles." ”

Song Yuexiu's face turned faintly cold.

Tong Wanwan could only pretend to be naïve, "Otherwise, I'll help you look for someone from the outside bodyguard...."

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand.

Just as she was about to mention it, her palm was pressed, and Song Yuexiu took her hand, "Luo Qiao, I suddenly remembered it just now, you seem to owe me something, and I didn't ask you for it." ”

"I, how can I owe you anything?"

"Think about it yourself," Song Yuexiu grabbed the little hand on his chest and moved, "What do you owe me?" ”

When the slender jade finger brushed the red dots, a silver needle suddenly pierced into Tong Wanwan's mind.

She remembered the last time she had screwed him.

He's not going to think about it now...... Get your revenge back!

It's a big deal.

Tong Wanwan smirked again, "Song Yuexiu, your body is still weak, come, be good, stop talking, close your eyes and sleep well." ”

Again, she tried to withdraw her hand.

And, this time, she was dragged into bed.

Someone threw most of his body on the pillow, and only one pair of calves was still dangling from the edge of the bed.

"I've been asleep all day, can't sleep, want to do something... Interesting! He leaned slightly and whispered in her ear.

When the big palm was speaking, it was inadvertently placed on her lower back.

Tong Wanwan's body stiffened for a while.

She turned her head, her thin pink lips were just a few centimeters away, and her breath suddenly became chaotic, "Mr. Song, you are still injured, be rational, your waist can't move~~~"